:: Choices ::

:: Choices ::


**** Why must one have so many choices
I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices
At times I think I know what I want
Then I realize my life is not written in that font
I go to someone and ask for advice
It seems every time it comes with some sort of price
The people I ask are the people that care
The rest of them aren't even aware
Some people think they understand
Where I am coming from its in my own hand
While all these choices are floating around
I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground
The choices are so great, the choices are so far
I'll live one day at a time,
Why must one have so many choices ****



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